I hate the cold, it makes me sad,
So let's go on a tanning fad!
If tanning beds are too unsound
Find a greenhouse to search around.
A spot of dirt in which to dig
Make a castle of mud and twig
Fill a basket with such delight
We'll have a picnic late at night.
And when they tell us to get out,
We'll throw our hands and scream and shout,
"We will not leave for anything
Except the coming of the spring!"
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